Engraved fate

She never knew what she wanted in live, until she realized that her life was already foreseen. Books were written about how many kind would fall at her feet, that darkness would rule her if she was weak enough to allow it. The whole world rests with her. And to think all she wanted was to graduate from the academy and never look back. Guess that was wishful thinking.
Her journey is one of betrayal, and death and almost too raw emotion.
Chapter one.....
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The tip of my sword slid through his flesh like a knife to
butter, piercing his heart, just as it was meant to. His eyes
widen eevr so slightly as though he was watching his life fls
before him, than he crumbled to the ground, my weapon still
embedded within. I withdrew the blade, savouring the feel of a
clean kill. Spinning on my heel I turned to face the next
opponent, cause trust me there was always a next. But, the man
that occupied the space in front of me reeked of death and
destrcution, and was dripping with sexual malice. Some of my most
favourite things on and off the battlefield. He easily towered
over my 5'8, making him somewhere around 6'3 if I had to guess,
and about fifty pounds heavy. Oh well, the bigger they are the
harder they fall. I moved my body lower and swept his feet out
from under him. Straddling him, he glared up at him, and the look
on his face said two things, one he wasn't used to look up at
someone and two that he intended to make me pay dearly.

"Your going to regret that". His voice held a sense of something
old, and not completely of this world. Dark, and deep, If I
hadn't planning on killing his shortly it would have made for
interesting company. However be that as it may it didn't change
the fact that he was the one looking up, and if there's one place
I like to be its on top.

"Now. Now. Don't worry, I'll make it quick. I promise you'll
hardly feel a thing". I swung the blade downward, aiming to hit
just above the collarbone, hopefully decapitating him in one
swing. But, he did something I hadn't been expecting, he grabbed
the blade mis-swing. I saw the blood dripping down his arm, but
he still held on. "I don't likeit when people interrupt my fun".
He raised the upper half of his body slightly off the ground and
spoke in a slow and deadly manner.

"And how do you like it when someone rips out your throat with
their bare hands?" He smiled up at me, and you could see his
canine's were becoming slightly pointed at the ends, making him
something entirely non- human.

"The last man who promised me that wound up with his testicles in
hsi mouth, but your more than welcome to try wolf". He looked at
me for a moment and than his smile grew.

"Don't worry I never make a promise I don't intend on keeping". I
smiled at that. He had no idea who or what he was dealing with,
but than again that really wasn't my problem now was it. I
dragged my balde to the right, grinding it deeply through hsi
flesh before it finally came all the way out. I was rewarded with
a low growling sound that I knew had come from somewhere deep
inside of him, like I cared. He bucked his hips hard enough to
send me forward. I was lying across his chest when he whispered
something I hadn't been expecting. "When she finds you, you won't
be able to run. She'll hunt you down until you beg for her mercy.
And trust me you'll beg". He grabbed me by the waist and flung me
off of him. I landed a few feet away, small scratches on the
exposed part of my skin from the gravel. I pulled myself up, and
watched as he stalked towards me, the grace of a predator, but I
wasn't prey. "Your stronger than I thought that you'd be, for a
girl". That was it, when you started playing the gender card that
was my last straw. Time to show him who was the prey and who was
the predator.

"I hope you enjoy pain cause you've earned it". I started moving
in the right direction, we began to dance the "killing dance".
Eyes trained upon the other waiting for the right moment to
strike. I baited him, lifting my arms ever so slightly to expose
my lower stomach to him. He lunged for it as I had hoped he
would. I reached for the dagger on my thigh sheath, the hilt
gripped tightly as I brought it down in an arcing motion and the
blade sliced deeply through the left side of his face. He growled
at me again, more ferociously this time, all traces of beinging
to leave. His eyes went first, it was when they bleed to a rich
amber that I knew he was too far gone to stop the change and I
watched in utter silence as hsi joints began to pop and
reconfigure themselves to form a part that was always there, but
hidden behind that fair visage. His beast. He was on all fours,
the chance completely consuming him now, leaving him weak and
fragile, the perfect time to strike. I had already wasted enough
time on this shape shifter, anymore and I might as well just
adopt him from the pound he came from and name him buddy, rover
or something equally as moronic. I moved my right arm to a
throwing position, dagger still in hand and enemy still
immobilizied. I flung the blade, soaring through the air,
catching him right in the shoulder. The blade protuding from him,
half howls and human screams garbled together erupted from his
throat. He yanked it from hsi flesh, warm, crimson blood poured
from the wound. A moment later I watched the wound begin to
stitch itself together. I had forgotten that little detail, shape
shifter heal faster than humans, much faster. The next time I
blinkeda large jet black wolf was before me, muscles bunched in a
pouncing position, teeth bared in an angry promise. I always
loved a challenge. "Your just an overgrown puppy". He growled at
me, and than leapt into the air that seperated. I felt his mass
collide with me, knocking me to the ground, the back of my head
connecting with it, causing me a moment of light-headedness. When
I opened my eyes again, I had a wolf on top of me, canines
exposed inwards towards my bared neck. Damn it, I should really
stop closing my eyes, especially if this is going to keep
happening.

"Dominic, where are your manners?" That voice made every single
muscle in my body tense. I turned my head and there she was
Madelia. The one who even the creatures under you bed feared. It
is sad that she brought about the plagues and warfare of man for
centuries just for her own amusement and those of her entourage.
Amora that's what they called her kind, where there was bloodshed
she would alays be close by, feesing off the anger, pain and
destruction fo all those on this earth. Apparently her voice
triggered something deep within the wolf, he raised his head and
gave a playful sort of growl. She shook her head and he growled
at me and than removed himself from on top of me. He strode over
to her, and began doing circles around her. She let her hand drop
running it through his thick fur, there was admiration from this
creature in her eyes. "You should atleast say hello before you go
pouncing on someone, you might give them a wrong impression". She
raised her hand and turned it in my direction. When I met her
eyes, I fell into them. They seemed like bottomless phantom pits
taht contained the very fires of hell themselves. She regared me
a moment longer and than moved towards me, silently stepping
across that space in which seperated us, her feet hovering inches
above teh ground. "It has been a while since the last time that
our paths crossed Sierra". The fact that she knew my name set off
bright, flashing warning signs in my head.

"That's funny because I don't remember you". I just stood there
frozen in palce, unable to move my eyes from hers. She called to
me in a way only death ever had, a way that demanded my abolsute
attention. She was standing right in front of me, bringing her
hand upwards she traced my jaw line with her fingertips.

"Come now Sierra, we both know that isn' t truse. You know
exactly who I am. Just like we both know that the moment you met
my gaze you became enthralled within it. Do you fear me, my
sweet?" I stared intently at her, and than smirked and blinked.
She gave me a look which showed a moment's hesitation, within
that moment I brought my fist upward and let my right hook
connect with her jaw. Her head snapped to the side, a satisifying
crunch resounding from the impact. Needless to say that I was
impressed eith myself, but the look she gave me when she regained
herself was that of utter disdain. "You need to learn who is your
friend and who is your enemy child, for if you do not you might
wake up one day to find t hat you have only enemies. But your
arrogance must be punished irreguardless". The moment that last
word left her lips I felt the breath leave my body, felt as
though her hands were arms my throat, choking the life from me. I
watched the power flare and spread within her eyes. Felt her
power and strength crackling in the air all around me. She was
stronger than I had first taken her for, if I lived through this
I would remember not to under estimate her the second time.
Little black spots appeared behind my eyelids, I was losing my
vision, damn this is so not a good thing. "Till next time my
sweet". I felt a feather light touch on my cheek and than I fell
into the black of abyss of darkness.

My eyes snapped open, body springing upright from the mattress. i
could tell that I was coasted in a thin layer of sweat, and it
wasn't hard to guess why. I shook my head, bringing my hand up to
rub at my temples. No matter how hard I tried to shake the dream
it wasn't going anywhere, it was the most livid one yet. But one
thing they all had in common was the opposing characters. i heard
an ominous creaking sound coming from down the hall. Okay,
really not helping....I scanned the room, taking in the
inventory of everything that was familar. Nothing seemed out of
place, but then the alarm clock with its red glowing numbers,
3:47 am, three hours of sleep. Great just great, apparently
its going to be a long bloody day. I slid off the mattress
and made my way towards the door, if I couldn't sleep than I may
as well take a shower and grab something to eat. I reached for
the glass knob determined not to make a sound so that everyone
else could still remain asleep. Just cause I had to be up at this
ungodly hour doesn't mean everyone else has too. The moment I
laid my hand on the knob, I heard it, a scream that raised tiny
hairs on the back of my neck. I opened the door and began running
int he direction that I had heard the scream come from. But, when
the helpless scream filled the air againI knew that I had been
running in the wrong direction, it wasn't coming the library,
rather the courtyard. I pivoted and raced throughh the hallways,
praying that whoever had been screaming was still alive. Bursting
through the large oak door that led into the courtyard I knew I
was too late. The screams and sobbing had stopped and there were
no sounds coming from anywhere within or outside of the stone
walls. The air reeked of meat, raw and bloody meat, and death.
The closer I got to the center the more the pungent the smell
grew. My foot slid in something nearly causing me to lose my
balance, when I regained more sure footing. I squatted down
attempting to find out what had caused my almost accident.
Bringing my fingertips , I pressed them into the ground, they
sunk into it like when you push down on a sponge that has soaked
up too much water, except it was clear fluid that now colored my
tips it was red. Bringing them to my nose I inhaled a strong,
metaliic scent that only confirmed my suspicious, blood. Looking
out into the darkness, I saw something pale against the length of
the tree. The more steps I took the less I wanted to take adn the
more I just wanted to turn around, and run back to my bed and
pretend that everything up till this moment had just been a bad
dream. I was about six feet from the tree when I realized what
the pale object had been, more like who it had been, Amelia
lockey. She was restrained against the tree, face set in a mask
of horror and fear. She had deep furrows all along her body,
exposed her insides to the shilly fall morning. The dark flowing
liquid streaming its way down the length of her body. She was the
girl that everyone wanted to be and that a girl like me hated.
Pretty, popular and thought that the world was her very own
personal playground. I might have disliked her, but this went
beyond dislike, her looked as though it had been used as a chew
toy or scratching post for an over grown puppy or kitten. I
raised my hand brushing the blond curls out of her face, no one
deserved this, not even her. I brought my hand down and closed
her eyes, hoping that maybe it would give her some peace, though
I doubt she even cared about it now.

Rustling of dried leaves drew my attention to the right. My
vision landed on something furred and massive, and when I finally
met it eyes I foudn myself staring into dark amber eyes. The
wolf. The same one from my nightmares, definitely not a
coincidence. Those eyes were staring at me, but it felt as if
they were staring through me instead. Beither it nor I moved for
what felt like hours, but could only have been mere minutes. It
growled and I jumped, its face suddenly took on a more serious
look if that is even possible. It began to start pacing, than
regarded me for a moment than redirected itself and vaulted over
the stone wall. I stood there for a few minutes staring at the
wall in awe, turning around I began making my way back across the
yard.

I was nearly back to the doors when I saw the figure standing in
between them. It was Headmaster Lothe, and he truly looked
displease to see me, not that he was ever thrilled about it, but
that wasn't the point at the current moment now was it. The point
was that I been standing in a blood soaked courtyard, at the
early hours of the morning with a dead girl I was known to
strongly dislike. Dear god, it really going to be a long day.
Great, I could hardly wait.....NOT!